"Perhaps you're not popular, Reggy," suggested Rosalind a little viciously.
"That worries me a lot so far as the rest of the crowd are concerned. But if I could only seem to be a little more popular with you—"
"Please don't start that again."
"I'm never going to stop it! Look here, Rosalind, it's not fair! Why, you won't even wear that bracelet, although you said you were crazy over it."
Rosalind bit her lip and remained silent.
"I haven't said anything about it before," continued Reggy grumblingly. "It seemed sort of kiddish to get sore. But you wore it once and I don't see why you can't wear it now. You don't have to be engaged to me to do that; it's not like wearing a ring. Why won't you wear it?"
"Why, I—"
Rosalind faltered in speech, then made a little gesture of annoyance.
"There's not another bracelet like it in the world," he went on. "It was just made for you."
"It was made for a mummy," corrected Rosalind.